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This was another $340 Mega-Stack at Caesars. I couldn't get anything going at my opening table as every single pot that I opened was contested and I missed most flops. The only way I gained chips was by reading bluffs, e.g.:

My Stack ~13k, Seat 9 ~12k, Blinds 75/150, I hold 77 in BB

Seat 9 is that typical 30-40-ish guy who acts like he's a world champion and has all the gear including fancy designer headphones. He hollywoods every decision and has already been caught bluffing. He opens OTB for 500 and I call.

Pot 1075
Flop KTTdd

I check and he checks behind. I immediately feel he has none of that board: any made hand except for a boat would bet here to protect their hand and charge for draws.

Turn Jh

I check again and now he fires 750 at the pot. He actually did this fairly quickly, but it doesnt seem too strong so I call.

Pot 2575
River 6s

I check again and now he hollywoods. He riffles chips, counts out chips, riffles again and finally throws 2400 into pot. I'm immediately suspicious of the large bet and I say "Why so much?" I quickly surmise he is bluffing, but I'm still considering whether he might be bluffing with the best hand. After a few seconds more thought I say "Either you have the Jack or you have nothing...ok, I call". He announces A-high and I show him my 77 and take the pot. He looks pained. That feels good.

Nothing much happened after that at my opening table as I continue to miss out on flops. I somehow claw my way up to 21k at the dinner break (i.e. after 7 levels) and then get moved to a new table after the break. I'm confronted with a classic Interdweeb.

I'd seen this kid earlier walking through the casino and I'd pretty much laughed out loud at his image. There are kids who play online poker who basically have zero live social skills. A prime example of this is 2+2's Stealthmunk, who can barely hold a conversation in real life and yet can wax lyrical on the internet. I call them Interdweebs (short for Internet Dweebs).

Stealthmunk just doesn't care about his live image at all. He is a slob in scruffy jeans and T-shirt. Other Interdweebs try too hard to construct what they believe to be a cool look, but fail miserably and look totally ludicrous. A classic example of this, if you have ever seen him, is BrynKenney. His look is about as cool as a dogturd on a hot summer's pavement. I saw him the other day in Bellagio and again couldn't help LOL.

This kid was similar. He had probably just turned 21 and looked like he's never shaved in his life. He had a sgraggly little growth around his chin and under his jaw. Combine this with dorky glasses, a cap, a hoodie (with hood up) and, most ridiculously, one of those middle-aged man trying-to-look-cool spangly designer T-shirts and I could barely contain my mirth.

He then proceeds to 3-bet my first action at the table. I manage to fold KJs. I can see an Ace as he folds (he did not show it deliberately, but another skill that he lacks is mucking his cards without showing his bottom card). I see no playable hands as I watch the table. The Interdweeb also hollywoods every decision. I guess he saw that somewhere on TV and think's its cool. It's just annoying and rather boring. He hasn't yet spoken.

Finally after blinding-off to 10BBs (and not having any spot to shove prior to that), I see that the dweeb has limped UTG and I have A8s. I jam and he insta-calls with KJs. Nice trap! When the King hits the flop he's like "yeah, I knew I was gonna bust you" (despite my flopping a flush draw and having 12 outs) and then when it turned another King he was like "go home sucker". I failed to river my flush and got up to leave. The kid couldn't stop ragging on at me for no apparent reason. I lost my rag a little at this point and called him a freak and a retard, but minded my language because I know how strict casinos can be about these things. He continued to demonstrate zero social skills by saying "hey, I'm the one still sitting here with the chips" just like you see so often in the Internet chat box.

I'm smiling about it now and I know that no matter whether that kid has sick poker skills (or maybe not as his limp-call with KJs was pretty retarded), his life skills are so underdeveloped that he's not going to find life so easy in the real world as on the Internet.

PS: If this post comes off as bitter then that is not my intention. I'm trying to be entertaining with this post as there's not much poker to report. I get along well with most online players as I'm one myself. Most online players transition to live play, image and social interaction fairly well and wearing any one, or maybe even two, of a hoodie, cap and designer T-shirt can often be a perfectly good image - just don't be an Interdweeb!